D E V O T I O N

Written by Bunnyyyy
Disclaimer Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling.
Shipping Draco/OC
Rating M
Author's Note: Chapter two, everyone. I know it's a little slow, but Draco will truly make his entrance into the fan fiction very soon! Leave reviews!

Chapter Two Breakfast with the Rents

I sighed dreamily as I started to remember the details of the blue-grey eyed guy. He wore black dress pants, and a black turtle neck. With such an outfit, his skin looked awfully pale and his hair all the more platinum. If it weren't for the slight curiosity in his eyes as he stared at me, he would have looked completely expressionless.

Maybe I could get another glimpse of him. I opened the doors to my balcony and stepped out into the crisp, refreshing night. I closed my eyes while waiting for the pleasurable goose bumps that were a result of the temperature change to subside. Once they did, I opened my eyes. My heart skipped a beat.

There in the distance, I saw a figure walking down the driveway of the neighbor's. The platinum blonde hair that seemed to radiate from the moonlight was what caught my attention. You'd have to be blind not to notice him.

I leaned over the railing a little and squinted my eyes to get a better look. It was him alright. He wore all black still which made it a little hard to see his outline. He walked casually out of the front gates that slowly closed behind him and crossed the road where he stopped outside of my gates. It was then I noticed that he seemed to be looking at me too. He just stood there silently, gazing up at me as I stared back at him.

For a second, I forced myself to look away and I gazed up at the moon. It was full, and shined beautifully along with the stars. The color of the moon reminded me of this guy's hair. I looked back at him, and from the distance he didn't seem to have moved an inch. I watched as he removed one of his hands from his pockets and made a small gesture with his hand.

I laughed silently to myself and as I slowly backed up into my room, I waved a Hello back. The shy side of me kicked in and I attempted to casually hide in the comfort of my room. God, I'm pathetic. Okay, so he's amazingly attractive and he waved at me. Big deal!

I peaked out the window only to have a wave of disappointment hit me. He wasn't there anymore. Of course he wouldn't be there, I told myself. Way to ruin a moment. Oh well.

Next Day

"Evaleen! Are you awake, hun?"

I yawned as I heard the voice of Hilda – my housekeeper and nanny since I was 4 – knock on my bedroom door.

"Do I have to get up?" I asked sleepily.

There was a sigh before she said, "Evaleen, you know if you don't wake now your father will be very angry. You've got to buy all your school supplies today."

Crap.

She was right. All my supplies from my last school weren't good enough to get me past my first and last year at Hogwarts. My quills, parchments, and ink bottles would probably be the only good supplies I owned at the moment.

I rolled off my bed and stumbled to my now walk-in closet. I wasn't going to get used to all the dramatic changes. I scrunched my face as I scanned over all my clothes. I needed a new wardrobe. I settled with a cute black and crème colored baby-doll dress. Since teal didn't look right with the dress, I took out the enchantment that made a streak of my hair teal.

Still half asleep, I threw myself into the shower to wake me up. 30 minutes later, I had on the outfit I had chosen, some cute flats and jewelry and a little bit of make-up. I didn't like looking plain, unfortunately. I wish I was prettier.

With my hair combed and damp, I lazily made my way downstairs to find my parents sitting at the huge dinning table. I found it amusing how there were about 20 seats and only 2 of them were occupied. Taking a seat across my mother, a house elf appeared at my side – nearly giving me a stroke – and placed a tray of food in front of you.

"Since when did we have house elves?" I attempted to say with half a slice of toast already in my mouth.

My father had been given a job at the Ministry of Magic. That's why I was forced to move here. But the mansion was already overdoing it. Now house elves? What if we ended up bankrupt or something?

"Today, you will go to Diagon Alley and shop for your school supplies. Here's the list."

Ignoring my previous question, he handed me a piece of parchment with a list written down in unfamiliar handwriting.

The hell? Did he steal this list from someone?

"Once you've finished eating, use Floo Powder to get there. Understood?" He looked up at me over the paper he was reading: Daily Prophet. Hm, I wonder if that's any better than the rubbish he would read back home.

I nodded politely to make sure he wouldn't get mad for any reason. My father was always like that; snapping at me whenever he saw the opportunity. Maybe that's why I grew up to be a quiet retard.

"Have a great day hunny! If you don't feel like staying there much longer after you've gotten your things, you can come straight home. Okay darling?" My mother said happily.

I attempted to smile at my mom as I merely nodded. What a weirdo. Her mood has changed dramatically since yesterday. Too bad she wasn't like this when my father was bitching about me wondering off. To be honest, I found it odd how my parents ever got along, but surprisingly enough, they rarely fought. The only people my father was ever nice to were my mother and I… and maybe anyone else he needed to kiss up to. He would be strict with me sometimes because he didn't want me to grow up to be someone living on the streets. What an embarrassment that would be to him! Scratch that, if I ever go to that point, he'd probably just tell everyone I died. But that didn't stop him from being a pain in the ass.

Once my plate was empty, I dashed up the stairs (only to hear Hilda yelling from the west hallway about not running after eating) and threw all the money my father had given me into some lame black and silver purse my mom had bought me. I should buy a new one. On the way to the fire place in the middle of my room, I made a check in the mirror to make sure I looked decent.

I growled and turned away. "I wish I had longer hair…"

I pondered in front of the fireplace till the name of my destination popped into my head and threw Floo powder down into the fireplace at my feet.

"Diagon Alley!"